It was true that Rose had no idea what Rye’s home life was like. She wasn’t sure what had happened to his parents or his older sister. She knew that they had to be somewhere, or that they must have had some influence on his life, but she wasn’t sure whether that was a good or a bad influence. She wasn’t so naïve to think that every family was as happy and stable as hers. Everyone was different, and no one had quite the same experience in their homes. She had always wanted a family of her own, but it just seemed like that was a dream that was slowly slipping away from her, until the Ministry placed it in her lap under mandate, not the circumstances she had wanted. She thought surely, that if she got nothing out of this marriage other than a child, that would be worth it…having the Ministry tell her what to do was not favorable. Neither was marrying a man she didn’t know, no matter how friendly he was, but she thought even if she never got to love Rye, even if they couldn’t find complete happiness in one another, she would love their child, even children, because it was half hers, and that was what kept her strong. She could never hate her own child, “It’s all kind of pressing…but there’s nothing anyone can do about it,” she said with a half smile, running her hand through her hair a bit nervously. She wouldn’t admit it to him, or hardly anyone else except maybe Hugo for that matter, but she was scared. She didn’t know how she was going to be a wife. She knew she’d have to stop working late. She’d have to make time for her husband, maybe cook dinner, eventually raise a child…It was the not knowing that frightened her the most. Rose didn’t know about Rye’s past, but she knew that he had one. She could only hope for the best, and she would take whatever came at her in stride, getting past it, “It seems like the only thing I can think about lately is the future,” she said with a sigh, “We have family dinners all the time. Special occasions for everyone, but my Grandparent’s house, on my Dad’s side, is always open for guests. I usually try to make it about once a week. My Grandmum Weasley is a phenomenal cook.” Would he come with her? She had a feeling that he would…but she also thought it would be harder and harder to make it there every single week once she was married.
There was very little they could to do really make things any easier. Being polite was probably the best thing they could do, even if it was to the point that they were trying to pretend that nothing was wrong and they weren’t about to marry one another on a Ministry order. She knew that she would need time for everything that was going to happen. She could tell her evenings would be packed with planning for a wedding and packing her things, “Okay, two weeks it is,” she said, a sort of finality set into the words. She would be married in two weeks, “I always thought I would get married at The Burrow…my grandparent’s house. It’s where my Dad grew up, and where he was married to my Mum. Probably something quiet, family and close friends only? Do you have any preferences? I mean, it’s not just my wedding, Rye.” She knew that men didn’t make plans like women did, but who was she to make every decision without asking him? When he mentioned moving in, she nodded, “I’ll try to start getting things ready tonight, then. It really shouldn’t take me that long, as long as I can stay focused,” she also knew her brother would come to help her. She was positive, “I can bring that sort of stuff if I need to. I’ve got more furniture than I know what to do with already, so we shouldn’t really have to buy anything,” she told him, thinking about guest rooms she had that were fully furnished along with her own bedroom.